I am a hollow tree
A dark, empty glass
I can't even tell how much time has passed
But I've been stuck here for years
I'm a prisoner within my fears
Structured just like you,
bones and blood and being
going our separate ways when you ask me
'What's wrong?'
to explain will take too long
My branches are still growing
to keep them all from knowing
to keep myself from showing


I Am Hollow.